ed in some magazine or he sends it privately to her. The blighter has sent Kathleen a tie of some kind-- probably a scarf with his college or club colours. He's got as far as the plaintive stage: he tells her that he is going without his tea just to write to her. (Probably half a dozen crumpets and four cups of tea were simmering inside of him as he wrote). So much for Joe. I'll wager he's a Rhodes Scholar!

"2. Kathleen. I put her at seventeen, and (as Whitney says) she's a darling. She's at school still. She's adorably sane. She doesn't care for Joe's yowling poetry (probably he writes Verlaine kind of stuff, or free verse, or some blither of that sort). She has younger brothers ('the boys') and she helps her mother run the house. I think she likes Joe better than she cares to admit--see the touch of coquettishness where she says 'It will be precious, won't it?' And how adorably she teases him in those four crosses marked 'These are from Fred.' Gad, I'm jealous of Joe already!

Reader Reviews

A member of an Oxford undergraduate literary group finds a letter in a bookstore, and the members undertake to each write a chapter of a story fleshing out the people in the letter. At the end of the term, they challenge each other to find the author, Kathleen, and be the first to invite her to some event I can't remember.
A slapstick farce follows, with pronoun reference problems, species misunderstandings, disguises, and increasingly ridiculous explanations.
The writing is good, without any social commentary. I would not recommend drinking any beverage while the cook is making mashed potatoes.

A delicious little story well worth the read. Absolutely hilarious at some moments, I could scarsely believe that
this small gem made me laugh so much! Highly recommened as a nice diversion from the less pleasing aspects of life